Eight hours and sixty-four ounces of cranberry juice later, my bladder infection seems to be getting worse. Perhaps I'm consuming the fruity bitterness too quickly. Perhaps this thing just has to run its course. There's one thing I know for sure though. Being sick, having a bladder infection and getting my period are going to make this a great week. Hee hee heeeee! Oh, and did I mention the finals? Yes, I think I did.

I feel like I should be in a shitty mood but I'm jollier than I have been in a while. The toilet just overflowed after I used it (bladder infections and cranberry juice measurable only by gallons lead to mucho bathroom usage) and I stood there and stared at it in horror for a minute as the water splashed, quite violently, over the sides of the bowl. I leapt back, scared to get my socks wet, then started laughing hysterically as I bounced out of the bathroom. Cassi...little Cassi who is 5'2" and weighs maybe 90 pounds...is dominating that toilet right now. Trust me, folks: You should not mess with this plunger-wielding gal, small as she may be. AND SHE FIXED IT!

Thank the sweet Lord for roommates.